The cabin became more and more bumpy, and the violent shaking made the wooden planks around it crunch and crunch, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The northerners in the cabin were not suitable for this kind of long-distance voyage, and at this time, they were all pale and trembling. They hugged each other tightly, as if in this way, they could avoid such a terrible natural disaster.

At this time, a young girl from the crowd stood out. She was also trembling slightly, but this time, her gaze was firm and her actions were more decisive.

"Everyone, this is the most terrifying, the darkest time for everyone. Let us pray, and I believe that the Light of Darkness will appear before us and save its people!"

She began to kneel on the ground, crossed her hands over her shoulders, and began to pray aloud.

"Endless Light,

You are our refuge,

Our rock,

You are in control of everything that happens in my life,

I am your faithful servant.

......

Give the light of hope, the light of salvation,

I am safe and quiet in front of you.

......

In the name of the light,

We stand on God's truth,

Integrate with you.

Ora!"

The crisp sound of prayer suddenly suppressed the anxiety and uneasiness in the cabin. Some of them involuntarily followed the maiden's and prayed in low voices.

In fact, long before this voyage, Zod knew that if he wanted to grow his small church stronger, there was no future just to spread it among the Youan people, and only by joining more humans could he gain more power of faith.

The tragedy of the Bilorinli family is a crisis for Zod, who will lose the resources of the elves. But at the same time, it is also a great opportunity, and the long migration will give Zode more opportunities to spread his faith.

Long before the voyage began, Zode had consciously inserted the Youan devotees into every ship. In this closed and small dwelling, human feelings are fragile and sensitive, and it is easier to place their hearts on some otherworldly being.

Before the storm, most Ruhrs had dispelled their prejudice against these devout Youans. These believers are warm, cheerful, and willing to help others. And always be willing to listen to the distress and troubles of others, and try to resolve this negative emotion.

Most of the Ruhrs who joined the fleet were mere ordinary servants, farmers, merchants, or small craftsmen. They are powerless in the face of the wrath of the elves, and they can follow their master away from their homeland to distant and unknown lands.

With nostalgia for the past and fear for the future, many people endure great pain in this cramped cabin. The emptiness of the heart and the boredom of reality have led more and more people to pay attention to the gods that the Yuan people have quietly spread.

In addition, the Grand Wizard Doyle and his wizard retinue seem to be courteous to these Youan believers. They often come to their aid for no apparent reason, which adds to the curiosity of the strange deity.

So, when this sudden storm came. With the leadership of the Euan faithful, more and more people are joining the prayers.

Finally, all the ships resounded with loud chants. In the midst of this pitch-black and violent storm, it seemed to tear through layers of dense clouds and spread into the endless void.

Standing in the bow of the boat, Zode noticed the louder and louder chant, and his heart was both happy and worried.

Although, as they had planned, the Ruhr would soon fall into their arms. However, this unexpected storm was not what he wanted. In the midst of this wrath of nature, Zod's power was useless. Even if the main body comes in person, it will take a few cronies with it at most. Not to mention, Zuo De at this time was extremely weak and couldn't do anything at all.

Zuo De is extremely anxious, but there is nothing he can do, does he really want to watch such a long time of hard work come to naught?

The torrential rain grew heavier and heavier, and the wind swept through the waves, turning these huge ships into weak flat boats, which were ravaged by the storm.

There was a loud "click", and on the "Black Dove" where Zuode was located, a mast was finally blown off by the storm and fell on the deck, splashing countless wood chips and seawater.

There was a panicked scream from the people in the cabin, and then the loud chant grew louder.

People are afraid, so they are praying. The more fearful it is, the more focused this prayer becomes.

Suddenly, Zuo De felt that the power of faith in the stone eye space was rapidly growing. It seems that with the prayers of the people, this mysterious power spontaneously induces.

The storm grew louder and louder, and the chant of prayer grew louder and louder, and the power of faith in the stone eye space almost emitted a dazzling light, turning the entire space into a sea of light.

Zuode suddenly had a wonderful sense, he stood on the high bow of the ship, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly whispered,

"Let there be light, says God!"

The voice was low, but it was heard by all the people on board. They opened the window in surprise and looked at the boy standing high on the bow of the boat.

"And God said, Let there be light, and there was light!"

With Zuode's words, a light suddenly descended from the originally gloomy and dark sky, enveloping all the sea ships. The sea in the light was calm, as if the surrounding violent natural disasters were a false picture.

"God says, This bad calamity should be put to rest!"

Suddenly, the light was spreading. Where the light went, all the waves were calmed, the clouds were driven away, and the sky was once again blue.

Almost instantly, the sky returned to its mesmerizing blue, and the sea breeze was gentle and the waves were gentle. If it weren't for the miserable appearance of all the ships, it would almost seem like the terrible catastrophe that preceded it was an illusion.

"God says, 'He that is destroyed will be restored!'"

In an instant, all the ships that had been ravaged by the storm and almost fell apart began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken mast was re-erected, and all the cracks were gone. The ropes, the canvas, the decks, and the hull were all brand new, as if they were a bunch of new boats that had just left the factory.

"A miracle! this is a miracle!" an old Ruhr man stood on the new deck, tears welling up in his eyes. He fell to his knees and fell to the ground with a sharp face, and recited the name of God aloud.

"O great Supreme Light, it is you who have saved us fools! We have despised you, doubted you, and slandered you! From now on, I will dedicate my humble voice to you, serve you, and never forget you, life to generation, children and grandchildren!"

"Thank you, Great Light, Ora!"

All the people knelt down and bowed to the ground. Even the arrogant wizards, who glanced at each other, hesitated to kneel.

Zuode's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of holy light, and he lifted his feet from the high bow of the ship, and there seemed to be an invisible staircase in the void, so he supported Zuode and walked down from the high bow step by step.

Coming to the kneeling people, Zuode smiled and said,

"I am inspired by God to lead you in search of the divine side!"